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Fading away	By : Akikazehana Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Inuyasha even thought I'd like to and well, I stay as penniless as before this story as I won't even a single penny out of this

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Sesshomaru thought that if Inuyasha had been a cat he would have been purring for a while now as the warmth of the bath relaxed their bodies and his claws gently raked through hair of the hanyou and untangled it. Strong legs held him encaged as they prevented the almost dozing off hanyou to slip into the water.

“Sheeeeesh… How can you treat your own hair so badly?”

“Hmmmm… too much of a bother… it has been fine like this for centuries… I didn’t know you were such a hair maniac, Sess…”

“I’m not a maniac… I’m just a normal inu youkai who grooms his hair properly… in contrast to a certain delicious little hanyou between my legs… And once more… don’t shorten my name…”

“Why can’t I shorten it? It’s too long…”

“Want me to call you ‘dog’ (Inu)?”

“Mmmm… maybe not on a second thought… I might let you do it if you would screw me properly…”

“I won’t!”

“Tche…”

“Not as long as I have to fear of having to go search for some instant glue after every movement I make… look at your wrists!!!”

The hanyou lazily held his arms out of the warm water and gazed almost drunk on comfort at the bluish patches on his creamy white skin.

“So what? There are some bigger ones in other places…”

Sesshomaru let his head sink as he thought of their second round where he had, in a moment of unawareness, grabbed his brother on his waist to lift him up a bit and left clean imprints of his fingers in bluish purple hues.

*Sigh* “Have you always bruised this easily?”

“… No. But it’ll get better soon… just a few weeks with good food and I’m ready to take you on again any time!”

“But until there…”

“I know, I know…”

Inuyasha slowly slipped out of the cage of limbs and made his way out of the basin they were soaking in right then. As he dried himself with a towel, not ashamed at all to flaunt his body at his elder brother, he probably enjoyed the guilt he caused with the sight of his bruises if Sesshomaru judged his little smirk well. Sesshomaru decided to stay a bit longer in the hot water and leaned back, suddenly having two arms trails a bit down his chest. Soft lips nibbled at his ears and the youkai lifted up a dripping wet hand to gently twist the wet furry triangles between his fingers, earning himself a tickling little chuckle against the pointy tips of his ears. Much to his regret, the hanyou left him and before he stepped out of the room, he looked back and said:

“If I can’t tempt you with my body now… maybe I can tempt you with breakfast?”

“Sounds nice…”

“I’ll call you…”

With these words the hanyou left the bathroom and the youkai stayed back, immersing himself now up to his nose, deep in thoughts about what had happened during the night. It wasn’t like he had a bad conscience or anything like it; he just liked to pass those dreamlike moments in the heat of raw lust, seeing again and again the expressions on his brother’s face he had unconsciously yearned for since he had seen him on that beach. But the more he yearned, the more he craved him, the more he became aware of the fragility his brother wanted to hide from him. It was clear to him that Inuyasha had something impacting greatly on his health, weakening him down into a state where his strength and abilities as a hanyou became mere shadows mocking the past. Sesshomaru wanted to keep him safe, as if he could prevent any harm by just holding him in his arms but he knew that he himself could be a threat to the younger brother, in a mere split second of inattention.

He wondered what the future would bring for them. Was it love, linking them so strongly that they would share those last centuries of the hanyou even if Sesshomaru highly doubted that Inuyasha would last longer than a hundred years in his weakened state? Or was it just the mutual attraction of their bodies that would fade out quickly once the desires were sated? Sesshomaru had never known the feeling of love except the paternal love towards Rin and the little speck of filial love towards his mother and his father and he wasn’t sure of his feelings at all. Just as he was about to drown himself in his thoughts, he heard the voice of his younger brother calling him out of the water for breakfast. Sighing he surrendered and made his way to the kitchen while drying his hair with great care. He found his brother sitting on the veranda giving to the cliff and the sea illuminated by the first sunrays, a plate with all kinds of handmade little delicious things for breakfast and the small, yet very gentle smile offered to him soothed his worries and calmed his heart.

After all, hadn’t the hanyou said that he was all better now? Maybe it was just a matter of time before all the worries disappeared like the night? Sesshomaru smiled softly at his younger brother and lover as he sat down, enjoying his silent breakfast with him just as much as he enjoyed the mere presence of the hanyou.

During the following month a strange relationship developed between the two brothers who couldn’t really decided between being just brothers and being lovers, so they kind of settled on brothers-who-screw-each-other-for fun. They only met during Sesshomaru's few free days and nights in Inuyasha's house and even then they weren’t freed from the shackles humans had laid onto them by their mere presence. Every time Sesshomaru felt like throwing fits of exasperation and anger at the work that had begun to follow him even to that last haven of peace, Inuyasha had to calm him down and distract him from it while the hanyou himself had quite… distracting problems of his own in the form of a big, cuddly-feeling white dog, especially when it was late and he had a deadline for the next day. At least his body held the promise he had made and gained a bit of strength and flesh back, giving him a more balanced, though still very lean look. Sesshomaru had been only too happy with it, even if he could have slapped himself when he discovered the many bruises on his brother’s body after Inuyasha had tricked him into their first anal sex. Although his remorse where slightly justified as the younger brother had been unable to move for half a day, it had not stopped his brother from picking a bone with him for being such a worrywart. Slowly but surely they slipped into a comfortable routine even if it had some slight inconveniences to it…

Big and strong hands slipped around the younger’s chest and began to open the kimono while the tongue of the youkai tasted the soft skin of his neck when an annoyed voice almost snarled at the elder:

“Let me work, Sesshomaru.”

“Oh come on… It has been almost a week!”

“And what do I tell my editor? <I was busy screwing with my elder brother>? And if I recalled well, you were the one who complained about having work to do tonight?”

*Sigh* “Why…? You were so cute when you were all happy and bubbly when you came back… why have you gone back to your grumpy self?”

“Since when have you been so emotional yourself? I’m just stressed, that’s all…”

“Hai, hai… How much longer?”

“I’d say… two hours… you?”

“I’ll finish by then.”

“… how long are you going to hang onto my shoulder?”

“… I don’t know… I like being close, that’s all.”

*Sigh* “Turn around.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see…”

The youkai obeyed and turned his back to his younger brother, facing his own laptop again and cursed silently at the yearly reports he had to read. His work was so bleak and boring compared to what his brother did (and was), that he almost immediately lost his appetite for market graphs and selling numbers when he suddenly felt the light weight of his brother leaning against his back. After a moment of surprise he smiled gently. Maybe working at his brother’s place wasn’t all that bad.

After working for an hour Sesshomaru softly rubbed the wrinkles between his brows as he looked at the piles of reports he had managed to sort out (“useless/trash”; “that guy is NOT getting promoted that year”; “pass” and “fairly good for a human”) and was now concentrating on his last one, the report of the public relations’ department. As usual there were the accounts of cases with disappointed clients or successful management of scandals or whatever had arisen and now came the list with options to polish the company’s image a bit more. His employees proposed a range of charities and a few cultural projects that needed a sponsor. With a little sigh Sesshomaru let his gaze wander over the proposition, searching for something that would appeal to his mind and look good in the eyes of the human society. Suddenly a name caught his attention.

“Inuyasha?”

“Hmmm?”

“Should I sponsor a theater troupe to perform your <Princess Tsukiko>?”

“Why not? It has never really been performed a lot…”

“Hmmm… I guess I’ll support them…”

Even if Sesshomaru could only feel the weight of his brother against his back, he knew that hanyou was smiling to himself in a manner that Sesshomaru had come to love seeing. The hanyou held his head slightly cocked to the right side, as if he had to search for his thoughts hidden behind his peacefully closed eyelids, while his calm smile seemed to give off peace throughout his whole body and the space surrounding him. Just as Sesshomaru imagined that smile while his eyes looked at the text without seeing it, Inuyasha stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“To the beach… I need the sea to whisper me the last sentences…”

With longing eyes the youkai looked after his younger brother slipping on a second layer of kimono to protect himself from the slightly chilly air. He knew that in such moments the writer needed his solitude, sought the inspiration within himself and the little nest he had created for himself and that he, the intruder in these fields, would not be welcome for a little while so he patiently waited and finished his work. His laptop was long black and inert, his documents neatly stacked and put away when he almost hesitantly stepped out onto the veranda. Even with his sharp eyes and the clear summer night he couldn’t see him as he was probably hidden by the rocks. Slowly the former Lord of the Western Lands walked over the wooden bridges and paths paved with large, flat rocks, all while keeping up his old dignity and timeless grace. He felt no need to change his appearance as no human would be near that place in such a late hour and for the first time felt the wind caress him with his own silky hair. The first time he had seen his brother standing on the beach with his hair whirling around him like a magical veil, he had wondered if that didn’t feel annoying but he now had to admit that to him it felt good, almost like in those long gone times where he roamed the world freely, one with nature and himself.

He stopped on the last stairs of wood as he could see his younger brother sitting there, on the wooden platform and gaze almost absentmindedly at the myriads of stars glittering in the velvety sky. A gush of wind carried his scent over to the hanyou and almost like back then, Inuyasha's movement were slow and calm, as if he was slowly waking up from a dream, when he turned his head towards his elder brother. With a single gaze Sesshomaru asked him if he could come and the younger one nodded almost imperceptibly. The youkai strolled leisurely over and sat down next to him, craning his neck towards the stars as well. It seemed like a peaceful eternity they shared in silence until Sesshomaru asked with a distant voice:

“Have you found your ending?”

“Yes… a little shell told me all about it.”

“Don’t you need to write it down?”

“Isn’t it already written in my heart and up there, in those stars?”

The youkai felt a little surprise curse through his mind that had rarely been this much at ease when the lean fingers of the hanyou covered his hand. After a little while Sesshomaru began to ask again:

“Inuyasha… why did you become a writer?”

The hanyou sighed softly and stood up, leaving his brother behind who immediately felt sorry. He walked the few steps towards the sea and dipped his fingertips into the salty water of a wave. Turning around so as to face his youkai he smiled a bit sadly and hopelessly.

“I… wanted a proof of my existence… I wanted to create something at least someone in this world would remember… And all those stories in me, they wanted to be told, to live as people read them or tell them to others so I… began to write them down… With each word that filled the paper I came to a term with myself… is that enough of a reason, Sesshomaru?”

“As long as you are happy with being a writer…”

“Why do we yearn for a proof of our existence, Sesshomaru?”

The hanyou slowly walked back to the wooden platform and as he wanted to sit back onto his place, his elder brother opened his arms in an inviting gesture. Chuckling softly Sesshomaru accepted the weight of his younger brother snuggling against his chest, his head right over the spot where his heart lie.

“Because an existence without a proof is void of any life, Inuyasha.”

“What is your proof?”

“Rin was my first proof and now… it’s you, Inuyasha.”

The youkai gently kissed the lips of his younger brother who looked at him through those half-lidded eyes that were so similar to his own and yet hid a soul he had only seen the tip of. They made love, slowly, gently as if the presence of the other was more important than the heated sensations flowing through their minds while far above them the stars twinkled in their eternal ballet. The brothers needed no words, no call of love except the soft murmur of the name of the other, given to the waves like an offering to the gods to let them stay like that for a little while.

When Sesshomaru carried the light weight of his brother, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion, he looked at the pale face with the high cheekbones, the slightly bruised lips and silvery lashes trembling over the immaculate skin in the innocent dream sleep, thinking:

“Aah… he truly has become my proof…”
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